I'm sure there's more. But here's one -
I used to work for a catering company in the kitchen in Perth's premier entertainment venue as cooks to the talent and their entourages. This was amongst one of my escapades.
Numerous nights driving home in the early hours thru the normally (by day) very busy city streets.

One night after work and a couple of "staffies" (drinks after work - usually put on by the bar manager) and our usual post work feed I've jumped in my Ford Escort Ghia and headed home on Wellington St. When a cop car pulls up alongside me.
I do register them and I'm not worried - a couple of mid-strength and a big feed after work - I wouldn't drive anyway if I was over the limit but I know I'm not.
Beyond that my brain is completely on "Get from Work to Home" autopilot. At the end of the journey is a soft bed and a warm missus.

At the top of Wellington St. having driven thru 11 sets of traffic lights before I turn off to go on the freeway I pull up alongside the cops again. They're both looking at me smiling and shaking their heads. I wind down my window and ask them -
"Did I stop at any of those red lights?"
"Nope you went thru 3, we were betting on each one after the 1st. Got a long way home?" they asked.
"Nah." I told them my suburb, which was one freeway exit away.
"We'll follow you home." they said. And off we went.

Eleven traffic lights. During most daylight hours it might take you 10 min. It took me about 2. I cannot remember going thu any of them.

I did this job for over a year. Working at least twice a week.
That's at least 1100 red lights run.
Often without me realising.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 22 Mar 2013, 9:42, 1 reply)

The police in my country also smile and stand aside when crimes are being committed.

(TheColonel, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 9:31, closed)